Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Humor in Uniform – SHORE BASED MOGUL

(This is an apocryphal story - a spoof – humor
in uniform – so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh)

SHORE BASED MOGUL

Hilarious

Unforgettable Vignettes of my Glorious Navy Days

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Disclaimer:

1. This story is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.

2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Notice:

No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.

During my long career in the Navy, I have
observed that, at any given point of time, there are two types of appointments
for individuals in naval uniform:

1. The “man at sea”

2. The “shore based mogul”

In theory, the “shore based mogul” is
supposed to support the “man at sea”.

But, in practice, it is exactly the opposite
that happens, and the hapless “man at sea” is hounded and dominated by the “shore
based mogul”.

Of course, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, a
Naval Officer has to undergo both types of appointments, afloat and ashore, and
I have seen many a powerful “shore based mogul” reduced to a powerless “man at
sea” when he went for his sea appointment, and vice versa.

The exceptions are some lucky individuals who
never have to go to sea, like officers in “landlubber branches” and lady naval
officers, who always remain powerful “shore based moguls”.

After slogging at sea, and a few “powerless”
appointments ashore, one fine day, I suddenly realized that I had become a “shore
based mogul” when I was transferred to the mighty naval dockyard on the eastern
seaboard.

Actually, my department was a “post office”.

Ships raised various defects which they
wanted us to repair, and, like a post office does, we stamped the forms.

Our “stamp” indicated how the job was to be
done.

Now, let me tell you how my “post office”
ran.

There were many sundry officers and staff in
the department doing all sorts of work, but essentially, the whole show was run
by two senior foremen – experienced veterans who had spent more than 30 years
slogging in various departments of the dockyard.

One was a “good cop” and the other was a “bad
cop”.

If I wanted a job to be done, I would send it
to the “good cop” who would stamp the request accordingly.

If I did not want a job to be done, I would
send the request to the “bad cop” who had some interesting stamps in his
drawer.

He could stamp “SS” – which meant that “Ship’s
Staff” is to do the job.

Quite a “Catch 22” case – if ship’s staff
could do the job then why would they project it to the Dockyard in the first
place.

(Of course, I am sure “insiders” know the
answer to that one)

Or he could stamp “SSRR” – “ship’s staff
remove and refit” – this was like a “carry in” repair where the ship’s sailors
would remove the item, land it in the dockyard, collect it after repairs, and
refit the item back into the ship.

This was okay for smaller items, which we had
agreed to do and were handled by the “good cop”.

But when “bad cop” used the “SSRR” stamp with
a wicked smile on his face, he did so for such items which it was impossible
for the ship’s sailors to remove from the ship.

We once had a furious Engineer Officer who
had been asked to remove his main engine and land it in the dockyard – “SSRR” the
“bad cop” had stamped on the request.

“Bad Cop” had many such interesting stamps,
but the trump card in bad cop’s repertoire was the stamp “QA”

“QA” meant “Quote Authority” and it threw the
ship’s staff into a tizzy.

No one knew who or what this “authority” was.

If a confused officer landed up asking as to
who was the “authority” to be “quoted”, our “bad cop” would say
matter-of-factly: “How do I know? If I knew I wouldn’t ask you.”

This system was running fine.

I have learnt one thing – if a system is
running fine, don’t tamper with it – so I let the system run, and everyone in
the department was happy.

One evening I unexpectedly met an old shipmate
in the swimming pool.

We had served together on a ship around 12
years ago when I was doing my first sea appointment and he was struggling for
his watch-keeping ticket.

The Captain made him struggle so much, that
the moment he got his watch-keeping ticket, he volunteered for aviation to
escape from the surface navy forever.

He was enjoying his flying when the navy
decided to remind him that he was still in white uniform and appointed him as
the Commanding Officer of a surface ship.

He was quite disgusted and remarked to me: “You
know how I had a tough time doing my watch-keeping. I am bloody clueless, but
thankfully my officers seem to be quite clued up and I have decided to leave everything
to them. I hope that this sea tenure is over fast so that I can get back to my
flying.”

I told him about myself – where all I had
been transferred since those glorious Mumbai days.

“Hey, why don’t you come over for a glass of
beer tomorrow? I’ll tell them to make your favourite Asian Fried Rice for
lunch,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll be on board at 12.”

Next afternoon, we sat in the Captain’s Cabin
sipping chilled beer.

I observed that his cabin was in bad shape.

He must have noticed that I had noticed,
because he said, “Look at this shabby cabin – everything seems to be
dilapidated – and just imagine – this is supposed to be the Captain’s Cabin,”
he complained.

I nodded.

“Hey, you are in the dockyard – can you do
something?” he asked.

“Sure – I’ll try,” I said.

When I returned to my office, I called “good
cop” and mentioned it to him.

“Good Cop” smiled and said: “Sir, no problem –
I will visit the ship, see what is to be done and get things moving. After all,
he is your friend.”

My friend’s cabin was refurbished on
priority, and soon, his cabin was the best Captain’s Cabin in his squadron.

He was so happy, that he praised the dockyard
effusively, mentioning me in particular, to his seniors in the fleet, the good
words carried, and this earned me words of appreciation from various quarters.

Now, there was a hot-shot CO of a ship in his
squadron who thought he was “cat’s whiskers”.

When he visited my friend’s cabin, he too
wanted his cabin refurbished.

My friend told him to meet me.

Now, though this “hot shot” officer was roughly
of my seniority, he thought it below his dignity to come over and meet me –
after all he was a prima donna Commanding
Officer from the crème de la crème Executive
Branch and he was not going to grovel before a lowly technical officer.

So he sent an official request asking that
his cabin be refurbished.

I promptly forwarded this request to “bad cop”.

“Bad Cop” had a look at the request, thought
for a while, and then stamped it “QA”.

The “hot shot’ CO was flabbergasted.

He promptly sent his XO to find out what “QA” meant.

I sent the XO to “bad cop” who patiently
explained to the XO that “QA” meant “Quote Authority”.

The XO asked: “what does ‘authority’ mean? Who
or what is the ‘authority’ to be quoted?”

In his typical style, our “bad cop” said
matter-of-factly: “Sir, how do I know? If I knew I wouldn’t ask you.”

The XO went back to his ship and told the CO
what had transpired. He advised the CO to meet me.

“I am a Commanding Officer. I don’t meet
small fry. Get me an appointment with the General Manager (GM),” the CO told
his XO.

Next morning the GM called me to his office.

The “hot shot” CO was sitting there.

I sat beside him, and looked at my GM across
the table, and asked, “Anything, Sir?”

“He says you refused to refurbish his cabin,”
the GM said to me.

“Sir, it is not an operational job. So I
asked him to Quote Authority,” I said.

The GM looked at the “hot shot” CO and said
matter-of-factly, “Okay. That’s it. Just quote authority and the job will be
done.”

“But, Sir, he did the same job on another
ship – he refurbished the Captain’s Cabin of XXX who is the CO of my one of my squadron
ships YYY…” the “hot shot” CO complained vociferously.

The GM looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

“Sir, that CO is a good friend of mine – he requested
me personally – so I did the job on “bhai-bandi” basis,” I said.

“I see,” the GM said.

Then the GM looked at the “hot shot” CO and
said, “Well, you decide – the choice is yours – either you Quote Authority or
see if you can get the job done on “bhai-bandi” basis.”

One hour later, there was an invitation from
the “hot shot” CO calling me over for a glass of beer.

MORAL OF THE STORY

The “man at sea” must always remember that it
is the “shore based moguls” who call the shots.

(Many merchant mariners tell me this is true in
the merchant navy as well)

1. This story is a spoof, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.

2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Notice:

No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.

About Me

A creative person with a zest for
life, Vikram Karve is a retired Naval Officer turned full time writer. Educated
at IIT Delhi, IIT (BHU) Varanasi, The Lawrence School Lovedale and Bishops School
Pune, Vikram has published two books:COCKTAILa collection of fiction short stories about relationships
(2011) andAPPETITE FOR A STROLLa
book of Foodie Adventures (2008) and is currently working on his novel, writing short fiction and compiling his memoirs. An avid
blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories, creative
non-fiction articles on a variety of topics including food, books, travel, philosophy, academics, technology, management, health, pet parenting, teaching stories, self help and art of living essays in magazines and journals and published a number of professional research papers and reviews and edited in-house magazines and journals for many years, before the advent
of blogging. Vikram has taught at a University as a Professor for 15 years and now teaches as a visiting faculty and devotes most of his time to
creative writing and blogging. Vikram Karve lives in Pune India with his family and muse -
his pet dog Sherry with whom he takes long walks thinking creative
thoughts.